The little angel runs.



I'm going to tell you

AGAIN
and AGAIN
and AGAIN



She looks over her shoulder, now with a look of resolve.



You're  NIX.



She turns 180 degrees, skidding along the ground as she braces to run again.



Everything you do
amounts
to NIX.



The angel darts under the Bastard.



You try
SO
HARD

it's fucking pathetic.



The Bastard swipes at her, narrowly missing grabbing her by the wing.



LET GO.



He looms over her, casting a terrible shadow over her. His face is twisted with rage. He's going to pounce-- he's going to GET her.



LET.



She leans back and presses a pressure plate with the edge of her foot. CLICK!





Go?






The chandelier falls down and lands on the Bastard, pinning him to the ground, as the little angel dives out of the way.